He picked up a half dozen old white plates and saucers and several cups and started toward the evaporator.

He heard her coming.
"Look here, honey," he said turning, "you don't want to see the dry-house just now.

I have terrific heat to do some rapid work.

I won't be gone but a few minutes.

You better boss the decorator.
"I'm afraid that wasn't very diplomatic," he muttered.